And here is where the story varies from the notebook version. I always write my stories down first, in a mini notebook this is my cute one, ok off topic but, the chapters always end up way too short t put on the site, so here I go again. Wow, really long run on up there
Sven- what she means to say is that she is taking the story from her notebook and adding stuff to it, to fluff it up. That way the chapters are longer
Laurel- Hey I was getting to that
Train- When, you had the longest run… on .. pauses as laurel gets evil look in eyes
Laurel- Oh Kyoko
Train- runs away as fast as he can before his stalker finds him.
Aimi- and now my creator will get on with the story oh and by the way for those of you wondering about the fate of Jaken, no-one has gotten him yet so he is still alive. Ohh and Laurel only owns me, or does she.
Laurel- Aimi, just let me type, and quit taking the keyboard. I DO not own anyone so there; if I did I would not bother writing a fanfiction. I would be writing book number 12
Chapter 3
Aimi awoke in a small dark room, with a pounding migraine. She tried to rub her temples only to realize that her hands were still bound in the orchallium handcuffs, and that her body was extremely sore. Taking a few deep breaths to relax, and wash away her anxieties from the up and coming panic attack that threatened to strike she looked around. The room was tiny, barely enough room for the bed that she was in, and the door. That was it for the entire room, bleak and desolate, and full of the scent or despair.
The locks on the door opened as the doctor came into the room, his eyes looked bleak, and like he had to do something that he did not want to do.
"How do you feel" He asked as he picked up her wrist to check her pulse.
"Sore, what did you inject me with to make me feel like this?" She asked as he took a look at her lower back, at her tattoo and then her other side, the one that contained a jagged scar on her back hip. The one that she was ordered to take in order to live, it was either that, or let Baldor kill her for letting Train go.
"A drug that made your demon blood dormant so for now you are pure human, what is this from" he said as he lightly stroked the scar.
"Cloning for boss Tor neo, it was either that or die for letting Train get away." She replied as he took a stethoscope to her left breast, then to her upper back.
"So you are the donor who is then technically Eve's mother"
"Is that its name?" She asked as he had her stand up.
"Yes it is her name and you should be happy that she is now with Train, and she too refused to be part of our group. Now Creed asks that you will have dinner with him"
"You can tell him that I acquiesce to his request" she replied but he pulled her out of the room. (Author note- if you know where the quote is from then I will give you a special appearance in one of the upcoming chapters)
"Aimi, I am sorry but you have no choice" He said as he dragged her down the hall and down a darkened corridor. She noticed in the flickering light, that Creed kept to his old habits, mixing newer technology with older beauty, for the halls were made like a gothic castle. But then again for all she knew she could be in a gothic castle.
The doctor brought her into what she believed was Creeds bedroom, made with silks of purple and black, darker colors, lights, and woodwork, and an evil chill ran through the room. Pillows were set around a small coffee table; the room reminded her of an Arabian harem with the silk, and the pillows. Creed came out of the shadows, the light making shadows on his face, making him seem scarier in the dim light.
"Thank you doctor, now you may leave. Aimi why don't you sit" he said sternly and she did what he said, she was too scared not to. He sat beside her, his arm snaking around her waist in an embrace.
"Have you reached your decision yet" He asked as he turned her head so she was looking him straight in the eyes.
"I never had to choose, I will never join you Creed" She said quietly yet the anger in her voice was felt by him, and he glared at her.
"Well then, I guess I will have to change your mind then." He picked up a piece of fruit from the bowel. He placed it by her nose, letting her take in the scent of the sweet peach, and she remembered she had eaten at all the day before she was kidnapped.
"How long have you kept me here?" She asked as he took a bite of the piece
"this is your second day here, you must be hungry," he replied and slid the peach wedge across her bottom lip. She opened her lips slightly for a taste and he plopped the peach into her mouth with his fingers. Her body needed sustenance and so she closed her eyes, and let him feed her a few morsels of fruit. He would place it in her mouth and remove his fingers, until the last few pieces of fruit. He left them in her mouth, and she softly suckled the juices off of his fingers.
He leaned in closer to her .
"What are you" she began but never got to finish, for his lips claimed hers in a kiss. Shiki came into the room, and slammed the door, making him pull out and look into her big blue frightened doe eyes.
"Yes Shiki" he said as though nothing had happened, she felt disgusted, and wanted to throw up.
"Her blades are on their way to Train right now Creed, along with the messages for each of the numbers, Train, and everyone else as requested." The man in the dark cloth, which covered his face, leaving only enough room for his eyes, said to Creed
"Good" He replied and Shiki left the room only for Creed to pick her up and place her on his bed.
"I think that if you want your comrades to live, you will change your mind darling." Creed said as he stuck her with another needle, one that made her vision go blurry, and he laid down next to her, and spooned her body into him. Unconsciousness gathered at the edge of her mind, building up until it enveloped her in darkness. She had no choice, but to surrender to the darkness, and allow Creed this one small victory.
So what will happen to our little Aimi Next?
Aimi- hey I am not little, just because you are my alter ego doesn't mean anything
Laurel-You are a figure of y over active imagination, and you can be rationalized as a psychological condition, in which some part of my needs as a child were not satisfied
Aimi- Ahh she's speaking psychology again. Sven
Sven- I know I know, he grabs Laurel leans in and Kisses her
Laurel- what was that, you are supposed to kiss her not me. Not that I didn't like it or anything
Jessica- Hey LoRo, want to go to Pronio's and bat for a while
Laurel-grabs purse and humungous bat bag and runs for the door YES get me out of here
Author has officially ran away for the next hour or two
